roughly before pulling each in turn to his mouth. He sucked on her nipples hard, hard enough for her to cry out in pain, but that only made her fuck him harder and faster.
Then suddenly she let out a throaty growl. Sensing the moment, Trent grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and pulled her face to his. He kissed her forcefully, even as she gasped and shivered. Her orgasm left her drained and she collapsed onto him, breathing hard.
He didn’t give her even a moment to recover. Without hesitation he rolled them over and rose up above her on this muscular arms. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her pussy, until just the tip remained lodged between her swollen labia. She looked up at him. Gone was the blowjob queen of earlier and also the confident woman riding her man. She was sated and tired, and at his mercy. He seemed to relish this change in her. He gave her a cocky smile.
Then he thrust into her, so hard and fast that it made her gasp. His smile widened. He pulled out again, slowly, slowly, relishing the feel of her pussy on his cock as it withdrew. Now there was another pause, just a moment briefer than before, and another brutal thrust.
“Ai!” she cried out.
She put her hands on his belly as if to slow him, but he was having none of it. He gave her two, quick, hard strokes. She cried out, shaking her head, but she didn’t try to push him off. Instead, she rolled her hips upward, lifting her legs in the air, opening herself completely for him, surrendering to his desires.
A satisfied grin crossed his face. He leaned forward and gave her a small, tender kiss on the cheek. Then he again raised himself up on his arms and began fucking her hard. He plunged into her over and over, pulling almost all the out before burying himself inside her roughly.
Her big tits jiggled wildly, the daybed creaked ominously. The sounds of their bodies slapping together provided a rhythmic accompaniment to their rough coupling. And above it all, her high-pitched cries of passion. “Ai, los Dios! Ai, los Dios! Ai, los Dios.”
Then abruptly she threw her head back, and her toes curled high in the air. She let out a guttural gasp as her body shuddered violently. He fell forward onto her, attacking her neck as he raced towards his own climax.
Unexpectedly I thought about Claire. Had he also possessed her so completely? I knew he had. Just like Annabelle’s stepmom, Claire would have been equally powerless to resist his size, his forcefulness. She too would have lain there, unable to think of anything other than his thrusting cock, crying out in passion, until a roaring orgasm carried her away.
He groaned. I looked up in time to see him pull out and splatter an impressive load of cum all over her stomach and tits… just as he’d done less than twelve hours ago to my wife.
Claire! I remembered I was actually trailing her. How long had I been at the cabana? I ducked my head back under the fabric curtain and curled up inside the hedge. I checked my phone. Shit. I’d wasted forty minutes watching them fuck.
I had a series of texts from Claire.
--got kicked out of the cabana! OMG, I feel like a kid again
--going to pool bar. Looking for trouble. Think we’ll find some? ;-)
--John? You still into this? She’s getting wacky. Better get over here.
--uh oh, fire eater and friends just came by. Inviting us back to their place. Should we go?
That last text was over fifteen minutes ago.
I imagined the two of them, surrounded by a group of admirers. Tan, buff, young men, fawning over them. They would view Claire through the lens of Annabelle’s conduct. She wouldn’t be a respected guest; she’d be a drunken slut, an easy mark, like her blonde friend. They’d crowd around her, their hands too familiar, brushing her hair, touching her shoulder, grazing her thigh.
I imagined Annabelle whispering in her ear, a sloppy over-loud whisper that everyone could hear. Come on, you little slut, let’s show them a good time.
Then suddenly she let out a throaty growl. Sensing the moment, Trent grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and pulled her face to his. He kissed her forcefully, even as she gasped and shivered. Her orgasm left her drained and she collapsed onto him, breathing hard.
He didn’t give her even a moment to recover. Without hesitation he rolled them over and rose up above her on this muscular arms. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her pussy, until just the tip remained lodged between her swollen labia. She looked up at him. Gone was the blowjob queen of earlier and also the confident woman riding her man. She was sated and tired, and at his mercy. He seemed to relish this change in her. He gave her a cocky smile.
Then he thrust into her, so hard and fast that it made her gasp. His smile widened. He pulled out again, slowly, slowly, relishing the feel of her pussy on his cock as it withdrew. Now there was another pause, just a moment briefer than before, and another brutal thrust.
“Ai!” she cried out.
She put her hands on his belly as if to slow him, but he was having none of it. He gave her two, quick, hard strokes. She cried out, shaking her head, but she didn’t try to push him off. Instead, she rolled her hips upward, lifting her legs in the air, opening herself completely for him, surrendering to his desires.
A satisfied grin crossed his face. He leaned forward and gave her a small, tender kiss on the cheek. Then he again raised himself up on his arms and began fucking her hard. He plunged into her over and over, pulling almost all the out before burying himself inside her roughly.
Her big tits jiggled wildly, the daybed creaked ominously. The sounds of their bodies slapping together provided a rhythmic accompaniment to their rough coupling. And above it all, her high-pitched cries of passion. “Ai, los Dios! Ai, los Dios! Ai, los Dios.”
Then abruptly she threw her head back, and her toes curled high in the air. She let out a guttural gasp as her body shuddered violently. He fell forward onto her, attacking her neck as he raced towards his own climax.
Unexpectedly I thought about Claire. Had he also possessed her so completely? I knew he had. Just like Annabelle’s stepmom, Claire would have been equally powerless to resist his size, his forcefulness. She too would have lain there, unable to think of anything other than his thrusting cock, crying out in passion, until a roaring orgasm carried her away.
He groaned. I looked up in time to see him pull out and splatter an impressive load of cum all over her stomach and tits… just as he’d done less than twelve hours ago to my wife.
Claire! I remembered I was actually trailing her. How long had I been at the cabana? I ducked my head back under the fabric curtain and curled up inside the hedge. I checked my phone. Shit. I’d wasted forty minutes watching them fuck.
I had a series of texts from Claire.
--got kicked out of the cabana! OMG, I feel like a kid again
--going to pool bar. Looking for trouble. Think we’ll find some? ;-)
--John? You still into this? She’s getting wacky. Better get over here.
--uh oh, fire eater and friends just came by. Inviting us back to their place. Should we go?
That last text was over fifteen minutes ago.
I imagined the two of them, surrounded by a group of admirers. Tan, buff, young men, fawning over them. They would view Claire through the lens of Annabelle’s conduct. She wouldn’t be a respected guest; she’d be a drunken slut, an easy mark, like her blonde friend. They’d crowd around her, their hands too familiar, brushing her hair, touching her shoulder, grazing her thigh.
I imagined Annabelle whispering in her ear, a sloppy over-loud whisper that everyone could hear. Come on, you little slut, let’s show them a good time.
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